[ Bad op. Bad intel. The building they'd been told to target was just a ploy. It wasn't the first time that he and Frank had been tossed into the shit together. Maybe this was the worst time though. Sure, Frank had a reputation and Matt had seen what the man was willing to do to those that deserved the shit, but he hadn't expected this---whatever the hell it was. They'd been long separated from their element, shitty radios and eardrums blown half to hell like the rest of the both of them.
They'd managed to hunker down in this old, partially burned out building, and there'd been nothing but barrels upon barrels of hazardous looking shit. His voice was a low whisper, and he kept close to the ground, away from the windows. ]
Fuck. Christ, Castle, what the hell is this? [ Not their target is the obvious and simple answer. Matt could taste dust and gunpowder in his mouth. The shots had seemed to taper off once they found cover, but he didn't trust it. Something wasn't right, not at all. ]
the hand sings weapon.
They'd managed to hunker down in this old, partially burned out building, and there'd been nothing but barrels upon barrels of hazardous looking shit. His voice was a low whisper, and he kept close to the ground, away from the windows. ]
Fuck. Christ, Castle, what the hell is this? [ Not their target is the obvious and simple answer. Matt could taste dust and gunpowder in his mouth. The shots had seemed to taper off once they found cover, but he didn't trust it. Something wasn't right, not at all. ]
Have I told you lately that I fucking hate you?